I held too tight to something that was never there.
I was delusional to think there were feelings we both shared.
Maybe I was too desperate to build a friendship
that I tried to make permanence out of a temporary fix.
I guess I never really stood a chance.
After all, I was just a girl from class.
01.07.19
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
